"The chaotic clouds snowed last night, and they were disabled, and the straw was dry, and when you look at it, Qiongyu is crushed, disturbing the world and the world.

Xu is a guest of the palace, since three days, they have come and gone, patrolled the shuttle, extended the longevity, and gave away the assets. ”

The people on the stage whitewashed their true faces, pacing gracefully with their money, and every board and glance had their rules and regulations without losing their beauty.

After reading this opening sentence, the horn started to move, and with a smile, it seemed that the winter snow had lost its color, and there was an indescribable flattery.

This thin indigo dress with some beads on it can be regarded as a sophisticated costume. How could these poor village and town men see such a beautiful girl, and their eyes were straightened—they couldn't even feel their own mother-in-law staring at her angrily.

"Good !!"

Naturally, the villagers did not react to the rest, but waited for these two sentences to be sung, and clapped their fingers the size of a pu fan, which were cracked from the cold, and let out a hearty cheer.

The village is far away, and this year is not good, and it has been a few days since I saw such popularity.

The horn rolled up his sleeves and sang—

"There was a lot of snow last night, and it took away my poor old father, leaving me alone, it can really be said that people are like straw, and life is like thin Xuan, how can this be good!"

I saw pity in the singing of this horn, and it seemed sad and tactful, and it was so touching in every move that some lustful swingers in this remote village were eager to rush to the stage and crush her into their arms.

"I say that this heaven is really unfair, and there is no way in this world. People are as cheap as grass and have no roots, how can it happen again after death?"

As he was singing these words, the horns of the Dan suddenly sobbed, hooking the heartstrings of the four seats, and plucking, as if making everyone's hearts press a big stone.

Naturally, they have also heard a lot of dramas about selling themselves to bury their fathers, which seems a bit vulgar, but it happens to be in the light of Zhongtian, even if Xiantang is Qingming, what can't it do?

What's more, when I think of my old father and mother who couldn't survive the first snow, tears also flow silently.

"There is nothing on the four walls of the house, and the sleeves are ragged with the west wind. If the officials on the road have mercy on each other, they are willing to rely on the spirit shed of Pu Liudian. ”

Under the originally noisy stage, with the singing of this Dan Jiao, the emotions progressed, and it fell silent for a while.

This is really an extremely difficult thing, you must know that there are a few knowledgeable people in this countryside after all, and most of the men can't even understand the words, they just play with the atmosphere of beating gongs and drums, and the drama with some feelings, and the people around them are chattering, just to have a good time.

However, at this moment, it seems that the emotions of the audience are all hooked into this "Straw Song", and they want to go to a deeper level......

Whether it is the old or the young, the men, or the women, they all stared directly at the stage that had been set up by their hands, as if they were no longer in the mortal world, but were immersed in a deeper place......

"Click......

"Click......

"Click......

It was at this moment that someone slowly stepped onto the stage with the rhythm of suona and gong, pulling everyone's heartstrings.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a little student wearing a green robe. This little grows handsome, has a temperament that is almost inseparable from that Danjiao, and there is an inexplicable smile hooked at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as this man appeared, the hearts of the people rose again with his silence.

He acted as if he was a certain god in the temple, so he had a sense of alienation that was not close to human nature, or divinity.

is an old drama bone that has been immersed in this way for many years, and he will also praise it - he really plays the "spirit" vividly.

Xiaosheng then sang-

"Mo Dao's life is as cheap as grass, and people's hearts also have the roots of that straw. The sickle and the axe are also inexhaustible, and a round is a round. ”

Hearing this, Danjiao bowed and said in surprise: "This official, isn't he willing to help the little girl?"

Xiao Sheng smiled and paced a few more steps on the stage.

"I don't help you bury your father, but you have a blessed life in the world. ”

"Why did the official say that?"

The two of them moved on the stage, and the hearts of everyone in the audience were also implicated by these two people, and they stepped on the hearts of people every step of the way.

The original sad emotion seems to have planted hope and planted an inexplicable seed.

"This seat is the god of heaven, and he has mercy on this world before he descends to earth. Today is a special purpose to broadcast good fortune, if you are sincere, you will take root.

I refer to the straw back to the green shoots, and I refer to the dead man who opens his eyes. refers to the fact that there is no snow in this heaven and earth, and refers to the few sword soldiers in the south. It can make the heaven and earth change color, and can give blessings and longevity to attract wealth. This is planted with green grass, and tomorrow it will be harvested here. ”

The green-robed little student pointed to the "old father" wrapped tightly in the mat cover on the ground, and the person really suddenly got up and looked around blankly......

"My son!"

As soon as the old father turned around, he began to sob......

"My father, the three blessed ones have sent you back!"

Danjiao poured out his pain loudly, and many people in the audience couldn't stop crying, but their eyes were expressionless, as if it was just some instinct from the human heart.

"Thank you for the help of the gods, the little girl kowtows, if you know the temple fairy town, you will burn incense every day. ”

"I am in charge of the good fortunes of heaven, and I am also in charge of Vanity Fair on earth. Don't burn incense to worship, don't raise your voice, there are thousands of straws in the world, all waiting for my longevity......"

The smile on the corner of Xiao Sheng's mouth has not disappeared, and then Shi Shiran left in style...... However, at this moment, if there is a discerning person outside the scene, he can distinguish subtly-

The woman who knelt on the ground to recognize each other in that scene, the fairy who walked away in a dashing manner, and the eyebrows that were whitewashed with their true faces, all had an indescribable mystery and evil, and even the heavy curtain that retreated and pulled down was also deep black, and it looked dazzling in a piece of snow.

This "Straw Song" has only been performed for a few performances, and it can be regarded as a complete performance, but there is still silence in the audience, as if everyone is still immersed in this strange and very vulgar opera......

The head of the Ruyi class, dressed in a light gray cloth coat, walked out from behind the stage, and led the way for the little student on the stage with a smile on his face. But if you look closely, you can see that this pile of laughter is extremely fake—it is not a honey-bellied hypocrisy, it is simply completely emotionless, and even artificial.

"The 'straw' of this village...... That's a lot. ”

The green-robed Xiaosheng looked at the lifeless people present lightly, and his face was still so inhumane and arrogant, as if he had never changed on and off the stage.

It didn't take long for these villagers to have a seeping scene - straw, countless straws grew from the mouth and nose, from the eye sockets, from the groin, and from their own acupuncture points......

It's as if someone has sown seeds in them. Those straws seem to have autonomous instincts, constantly entangled and twisted, and can be hidden autonomously.

Countless people then stood up stiffly and returned to their homes in a daze......

"Where's the next benefit show?"

"Go back to your lordship, Zhangjia Village. ”